Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.

Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.

Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.

Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.

As for disappointing them I should not so much mind; but I can't abide to disappoint myself.

We had no revolutions to fear, nor fatigues to undergo; all our adventures were by the fireside, and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown.

That virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarce worth the sentinel.